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Teja Magnus Stefan Wartooth (athousandcuts) wrote in utr_logs,

"No, you're getting a coat, because you'll need one. You know how everything either lasts a week, or a month in this place. You're going to be stuck here, you might as well have clothes." He wouldn't budge from that position, at least for the sake that he didn't want to have anyone mad at him for taking ill care of her. Especially Cassidy. He'd spent years towing the line with his nephew, trying to get back whatever trust he could, that he didn't want word to come back to the guy that he let Lilo even so much as go cold.

"Seriously small. He can't be more than eight right now. He was a mess. His clothes were threadbare, and too big, and he looked like he hadn't had a bath in a couple weeks. Really pathetic looking. I brought him to Aunt Lulu, she'll take good care of him. First thing she did was feed us both. And you know how I am around kids. Especially family." He put his arm around her shoulder and squeezed lightly. She was one of the very few exceptions that could get into his personal space and not be glared at, even to that day. He never really liked people near him, even as he grew out of his anger, fear and paranoia.